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Li Ming's fists swung continuously, his movements becoming increasingly fluid, as if his body and will had merged into one. He felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, as if each punch was releasing the pressure and anxiety within him.
"That's right... just like that," Mo Shiu's voice was deep and satisfied, echoing from the depths of his soul. "Now... imagine in front of you... is your most feared enemy!"
With his eyes tightly shut, Li Ming kept moving his hands. His fists danced through the air, as if engaged in a life-and-death struggle. Slowly, a figure began to take shape in his mind.
"Who could be my most feared enemy?" Li Ming pondered, the shadow of Qin Tian flashed through his mind—the powerful Demon King's Son; then Feng Tianlong appeared, the cunning leader of the Black Dragon Gang; followed by countless Demon Soldiers and the ferocious War Elephant.
Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis surged over him. Instinctively, Li Ming raised his arm to shield himself, but he felt a tremendous force crashing toward him, nearly knocking him to the ground.
He opened his eyes wide, and the scene before him became clear. A tall figure gradually emerged from the darkness. It was a familiar silhouette—sly and treacherous, radiating an intense pressure—Feng Tianlong.
Feng Tianlong's attacks came like a torrential storm. Li Ming quickly dodged, but the speed and power of his opponent filled him with immense pressure. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated all his energy to face this life-and-death battle.
Feng Tianlong's fists carried deadly force, each strike aimed at Li Ming's weaknesses as if intending to completely crush him. Li Ming felt pain coursing through his body, yet his resolve grew stronger. He knew this was a fear and challenge he had to confront.
"Imagine this is reality! This is your enemy!" Mo Shiu's voice echoed in his mind with undeniable authority. "Use your skills and wisdom to defeat him!"
Li Ming took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He recalled Mo Shiu's teachings: punches must be precise, kicks must be lethal, footwork must be swift, and intentions must remain unclear. He began to counterattack, his fists imbued with immense power and determination as he struck at Feng Tianlong.
The confrontation with Feng Tianlong's illusion raged on fiercely. At first, Li Ming managed to hold his ground, but soon he felt the weight of pressure bearing down on him like a mountain. Feng Tianlong's attacks swept in like a storm, each blow carrying deadly force and insidious schemes.
Feng Tianlong's evil laughter echoed in the night sky, seemingly penetrating Li Ming's defenses and striking deep within his heart. That laughter stirred Li Ming's deepest fears, unleashing a storm of chaos within him once more. He began to feel tremors in his limbs; every movement became hesitant and weak as if his strength was fading away.
"What are you thinking about, Li Ming?" Mo Shiu's voice suddenly rang out in his mind, filled with immense anger and disappointment.
Li Ming did not respond; he merely resorted to passive defense. His fists grew weak and powerless; every punch and kick lacked strength and conviction. He felt himself losing trust in his own abilities as fear and unease gradually took control.
Feng Tianlong's attacks intensified; each punch struck Li Ming’s body with overwhelming force. He staggered back repeatedly, feeling both physical pain and internal pressure threatening to crush him entirely.
"You will only die faster if you continue like this!" Mo Shiu's voice carried an undeniable authority. "Your fear is consuming you; you must overcome it!"
Li Ming remained silent, his defense growing increasingly passive. The fear and anxiety within him made it impossible to concentrate. Every movement felt sluggish, and each attack lacked power.
Feng Tianlong's laughter echoed in his ears, mocking his incompetence and fear. The pressure inside Li Ming mounted, nearly crushing him.
"Li Ming, think of everything you hold dear!" Mo Shiu's voice turned deep and stern. "You are not fighting for yourself; you are fighting to protect everything you cherish!"
A jolt ran through Li Ming as he felt a force awakening deep within him. He remembered all that he loved: his family, friends, and the comrades who fought to protect them.
"I cannot back down; I must fight!" Li Ming silently vowed, as the fear and anxiety within him gradually gave way to determination and courage.
A glimmer of resolve flashed in his eyes as he clenched his fists once more, feeling the power surge within him. He knew this battle was far from over; the real challenge was just beginning.
Taking a deep breath, Li Ming etched Mo Shiu's words into his heart. Driven by the spirit of battle, his body began to move with agility and strength. Each action flowed naturally from his instincts rather than deliberate thought.
Feng Tianlong's attacks came like a torrential storm, his fists striking with immense force aimed directly at Li Ming's chest. Li Ming swiftly sidestepped to evade the lethal blow and countered with a powerful punch aimed at Feng Tianlong's abdomen.
Feng Tianlong was pushed back by the hit, his expression darkening as anger sparked in his eyes. He suddenly accelerated, launching a relentless barrage of punches and kicks at Li Ming. Li Ming continued to retreat, defending himself against the heavy pressure of each strike.
"Let your fighting spirit guide you! Let your body move before your mind!" Mo Shiu's voice resonated in Li Ming's mind.
Suddenly halting his retreat, Li Ming crossed his arms to block one of Feng Tianlong's heavy punches. In an instant, he lifted his right leg and delivered a side kick that struck Feng Tianlong's waist. Feng Tianlong stumbled but quickly regained his balance, a sinister smile flickering in his eyes.
"Do you really think you can take me down like this?" Feng Tianlong sneered as he clapped his hands together, causing the ground to crack open. Countless stones shot toward Li Ming like bullets.
Li Ming leaped swiftly to evade the deadly assault. Spinning in mid-air, he brought his hands together, unleashing a powerful gust of wind with his punch aimed directly at Feng Tianlong's chest. The impact sent Feng Tianlong staggering back several steps, surprise etched on his face.
"Very good, Li Ming," Mo Shiu's voice carried a hint of satisfaction. "Now, launch the counterattack!"
Li Ming closed his eyes, feeling the power and fighting spirit surging within him. His fists flew out like a storm, each strike infused with immense strength and determination. Feng Tianlong's attacks were initially blocked by Li Ming, but he quickly retaliated, his fists and legs delivering powerful blows that struck directly at his opponent.
Feng Tianlong's laughter gradually faded, replaced by surprise and fear. He realized he could no longer suppress Li Ming; the intensity of Li Ming's attacks grew fiercer with each moment, each blow filled with unwavering strength and resolve.
Li Ming's strikes became increasingly rapid, resembling a ferocious beast or a raging Yasha. His fists and legs carried tremendous force and determination, each hit brimming with destructive power.
Watching Li Ming's onslaught, Mo Shiu's eyes glimmered with appreciation as he murmured, "Is this the Yasha Style?"
Li Ming did not pause; his fists swung wildly forward, the wind from his punches howling as if the air itself trembled. Each punch was delivered with incredible force, targeting the enemy's vital points. In less than five seconds, he unleashed thirteen punches, each one striking true.
Feng Tianlong was pushed back relentlessly by Li Ming's ferocious assault; his defenses were becoming increasingly exhausted. Each of Li Ming's punches seemed intent on utterly destroying him.
Just as Feng Tianlong attempted to counterattack, Li Ming suddenly spun around, delivering a fierce roundhouse kick that struck Feng Tianlong's chin like a bolt of lightning. The kick was executed with unmatched power and speed, accurately connecting with Feng Tianlong's jaw and sending him flying.
Feng Tianlong tumbled through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. He could hardly believe he was being so thoroughly dominated by Li Ming.
Li Ming stood firm, breathing heavily as he felt the power and fighting spirit within him continue to surge. A determined light flickered in his eyes, filled with immense confidence and resolve.
"Very good, Li Ming," Mo Shiu's voice rang out again, laced with satisfaction and praise. "Your offensive has reached the essence of Yasha Style. Remember, true strength relies not only on power but also on unwavering will and wisdom. What you need to do is integrate these techniques to become a true warrior."
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